No, didn't go and get them. We, The Crofter and I, were on the local closest beach, walking the mutts. They, Rob [mutt 1], Gemma and David, have been out on the hill behind today looking for the rest of the sheeps. Actually, that's not them. It could have been- same number of legs each, same coulour sort of thing. But it wasn't.
I have no idea as to whether they found the sheeps escapees as it's been hailing outside and I'm not about to go down the road to find out.
On the Isle of Lewis off the west coast of mainland Scotland lies a croft inhabited by an English off-comer. His Mum and Dad live nearby and help him run the croft. This is a photographic record of their lives as it unfolds.